Joan of Arc - Ta-ta Terrordome

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Imagine an egg yolk when not eating one
A green shoot ballooning on a beach
A psycho coo and winter run
This is a thrust to the history of flowers
Like all the bees of Eden buzzing free
And bumping
But no one to sting
All your low expectations are self-fulfilling prophecies
Even the piano went extinct as furniture
For a groot becomes some kind of language
How the single hung man folded history
An illegible hand of loss
Like the torn up parking lot thrown aside in a pile
A jail break during an earthquake
I came knocking at a voice at the door
Asked 'who's there?'
I stated my purpose, polite and clear
The voice at the door said 'No one lives here yet'
I asked for you and your voice at the door said
'I don’t know who that is that you’re asking for'
Like a chiropractors back ache
Like a caterers moonlight skinny dip picnic with leftovers
I got two feelings
And one is coffee and the other one is beer
Twenty years smoking
All that’s left I taste is buffalo sauce, pickles and grapefruit
The woman I love, she’s tall
I bet she must’ve been a tall kid
I think a lot about the woman I know about
This woman I love when she was a tall kid
I’d always did insist I’d pay for everything
That doesn’t mean I gotta take out all the brain
And finally going home, caked in blank
Executing all my necessary exiting and entering hexes
Having grapple through thundershine and sunstorm alike
I run and run and run and run
To improvise new holy symbols in the snow
Bar light is a tunnel, right?
Bar light is a tunnel
Bar light is a tunnel, right?
Bar light is a tunnel
Bar light is a tunnel, right?
Bar light is a tunnel
Bar light is a tunnel, right?
Bar light is a tunnel
Bar light is a tunnel, right?
Bar light is a tunnel
Tumbling